Polarized | Finn Hudson

Camila McKnight

"This is the police! Open up!"

I sat up and rubbed my head. I became fully awake as a heard a loud bang and I jumped. I rushed to my closet and put on my slippers before reaching for my bedroom door, only to have it slammed in and my face met with many, I mean, MANY, police officers. "What is your name?" One asked. "C-Camila. Camila McKnight." I held my hands up. "Who is your mother?" He asked. "Katherine McKnight. She's dead though.." One shined a flashlight in my eyes. "Come with us ma'am." A woman instructed. My body began to shake as one wrapped their arm around me while another locked arms with me. "What's going on?" I asked worridly as I went down the stairs.

As I walked outside, there were news reporters on the side of the house and even people from the neighborhood snapping pictures. Police cars were everwhere, and a swat car was parked in my driveway. I looked at the cop car and saw Julie being pressed up against it with handcuffs being placed on her ankles as well. "AUNT JULIE!" I got out of their grip and ran over. Halfway there, an officer grabbed me and basically dragged me away. "CAMILA BABY ITS OKAY. JUST LISTEN TO THE OFFICERS." She yelled as they forced her into the back of the car. Tears of fright poured out of my eyes as one opened a door for me of an armored car and I got in. "Can somebody please tell me what's going on?" I pleaded as my voice shook. "All will be explained at the police station. The best thing you can do is relax until you are met with a social worker." One explained eyeing me under his hat. Once he shut the window thing, I broke down crying. God how much I hated anixety. Why do I need a social worker? What did Aunt Julie do? What did Mom do? What did I do?

I looked at the time on the dashboard; three twenty-nine a.m. My body was shaking and my teeth were chattering as we rolled up into the police station. The door popped open and I was pulled out by two officers wearing bullet proof vests. I lowered my head to hide my puffy eyes as I let them guide me wherever. I just listened to their conversations as my mind spun in circles. "Is this the victim?" "Yeah. She's distraught at the moment so can we please call a social worker to get her calm. I also need Sydney to get someone up here for her until Donnie gets here." "Right on it sir." I was led into a room that was solid white and had only a couch against the wall. "Sit there while we get someone to come make you comfortable. It's gonna be a long night." A man wearing a suit sighed. "Wait." I stopped him. "Can you please just tell me what's going on?" I held my arms to my chest.

"You were abducted almost eighteen years ago. We've been searching for you since and so have your real parents." He said before closing the door.

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I sat with my legs to my chest and I stared at my reflection in the mirror across the room. My cheeks weren't red anymore, and my face was pale. I started to hear murmuring outside the door, but it honestly didn't faze me. I couldn't find any thoughts in my mind, nor words I could find to escape my mouth. It seems like it's been days I've been sitting here. I don't know what time it is, if it's finally day or still not, and more importantly, who I actually am. My mind finally dug out a single thought and replayed it in my mind:

"Hey mommy?" I asked coloring in a Scooby-Doo coloring book. "Yes baby?" She asked before taking another swig of Miller-Lite. "Where's dad?" I set my crayon down and eyed to her. She set her bottle down next to the dozen on the side table of the couch and turned came over to sit with me. "Well..." She struggled to find an answer as I waited patiently. I had to learn patience with her, especially when she was drunk. "You see... you don't have a daddy, just me." She smiled. "What? I thought everyone has a daddy!" My heart felt weird. "Not always! When I wanted to have you, I asked God to help me since I had no one else to. Then, a stork delivered you to my front door!" "Woah! I'm part bird!" I giggled hopping up and using my arms as wings to "fly" around my front room.

The door opened and my eyes didn't move at all. My body stayed still and stiff as someone walked in. Someone had walked in a little while earlier and tried asking me if I needed anything, but they knew damn well what I needed. My body didn't respond though. "Camila baby, it's me Carol." Her voice softened. I tried responding, but I felt myself still locked up. Carol sighed and sat next to me. She moved my hair from in front of my face and used a tissue from a box that was left on the couch earlier to wipe the stains from my eyes. "I know you're confused, and so am I. We're all trying to figure out what's happening." She started playing with a strand, causing my posture to soften. "They won't let Finn back here because they're questioning him since he's been all round you so much. The sheriff let me back here because I was cleared for not having anything to do with this whole situation and I can act like a guardian until they contact your real parents and figure out this mess,."

Real parents. Yeah, it's mom, Katherine McKnight. But, no its not. Not anymore. I have no relation to her, or Aunt Julie anymore. Anymore? More like at all. I'm not Camila McKnight. I'm not the girl Angie jokes with about having the same name as Camila Cabello. I'm not that girl everyone knows at school who will do anything for anyone. I'm not that girl who lives at Six-Eighty-Two McReery Drive. I'm not that girl who always begged her mother to take her ice skating every winter. I'm not that girl who grew up with their Aunt for years because their mom was uncapable of caring for her herself. I'm not that girl who has a boyfriend that cherishes her every waking moment.

Camila Dianna McKnight no longer exists.